A Thugs Love Story (Chapter I, I-Kool G Rap

A Thugs Love Story (Chapter I, I - Kool G Rap [Kool G Rap] I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks Crib way out in the sticks, they house looking slick It's like some sh*t straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks Honey was thick, I was the first ni**a to kick Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates The live sh*t, you know how loose I get I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick The type you want to pair with, have an affair with We chattered a bit, slipped me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip Probably had to get with her man and sh*t Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me to be dealing with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This sh*t is illin, I don't like it F**k it, I can't fight it I reaching for the cordless to call Miss I insist to get with this Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick) "It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady" "Fine and how you doing boo" (chick) "Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through "we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo" About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo We link, push in the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink ? Hot shots Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove My eyes closed her ni**a dozed, when I awoke Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, sh*t was sweet Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks I was getting open, started laughing and joking We w**d smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and Said what the deal is, the realness My man is crazy as Bruce Willis If he catches us, he'll try to kill us He got a whole army of Kiiers Me no worry, I got the clapper son End of the first verse, chapter one Word Sh*t is real in the field Thug love story [G. Luciano] So here I am Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos With this chick I don't even really know Steady stressing me how ill her man is So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her a** to the bed anyway Straight twisting mami's back out Hit three o'clock, fell right the f**k to sleep Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this b**ch's man I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures [Kool G. Rap] The next day about a quarter to eight I heard a squeek on the staircase Got the gat from under the pillow case Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing Bullets was grazing, sh*t was crazy and I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her a** Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony Sh*t was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth Saw the snowmobile yo f**k it We start jumped it, get on top of the sh*t and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, sh*t is real Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped The other six started to pop, I feel something hot I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick She on my back tighter than sh*t, like vise grips I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in Mash the gas, make the f**king wheel spin The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat Pulled over the Jeep get it in And took a rest stop at the river bend We living, we made it the f**k out, mad slugs delivering Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound Put on some tunes, she blew my sh*t like a balloon Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda She rode the dick like a honda I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism I thought about the realism Niggas coming and bring they steel with them I got just the thing to deal with them Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that So quick spread out and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out [G. Luciano] Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? [Mami] I'm a little worried baby [G. Luciano] Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright Everything is gonna be alright [Mami] OK [G. Luciano] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever And we gonna get out of there, alright? [Mami] Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito [G. Luciano] Alright, grab that bag money [Mami] Let's do this, baby [Kool G. Rap] After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons Brung the clamp, ready to shoot sh*t up at random Five hundred grand is buried in the sand We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those Sh*t was sitting on some chrome momo's Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O Told the chick, yo you moving to slow Speed it up baby, we got to go And get this plane and hit the Caymans With the payment, somebody came in A platoon of goons with heaters aiming I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and Put the heater to the chicks brain and I let my two guns drop, they got the drop They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot Ni**a was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish Thinking he's out to take advantage So we're out in the f**king Atlantic With no lifesavers and stranded Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore Said, "amor you won't be pretty no more" Took us on a tour, down in the deck Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet Saw this ni**a there, holding the Tec Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed We up beside a horrible mess I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left Threw his a** over board and told him hold your breath Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast Held her in my arms till her soul finally left I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death A real thug lost the only women he loved And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above Word